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His phone started ringing, but he gave a soft smile and reached forward and pecked her cheek. "'scuse me for a moment," Caden annoucnced, heading outside to call Brock. |
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Even after calling the usual happy and upbeat Brock Brown, Caden was still in defeat and blamed himself, even after Rosa's explanation. He walked out of the hospital, no plans of leaving, just getting out of the room for a moment. The man walked to his truck and got into the front seat before he didn't know why, but he started sobbing. He still blamed himself, but eventually he shamed himself until he stopped, wiping his face dry before heading back up to Rosa's room. |
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Rosa fell back asleep when Caden left |
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His eyes were red whenever he came back in, strenghtning his voice so it sounded like he didn't do what he did as he walked back into Rosa's room and sat at his chair beside her. Caden took her hand before grabbing his phone and scrolling through some reels once he quieted his phone. |
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Rosa began trembling again, another nightmare hitting her |
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"Sh, you're okay." Caden reassured, squeezing her hand. |
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Rosa woke up, gasping for air |
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"You're okay, you're okay." Caden reassured, palcing his other hand on her shoulder. |
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Rosa reaches out, wanting a hug, fear evident in her eyes |
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High Winds and Drifting Snow
